The security guard at Meridian Technologies laughed when I told him I was Lauren’s husband. “Sir, I see her husband here every day. There he is right now, actually.”
He pointed a thick finger toward the gleaming glass doors of the lobby. A man in a charcoal Tom Ford suit was walking through, radiating the easy confidence of someone born to command. He was in his early forties, with a confident stride and an expensive watch that caught the afternoon light. He was the kind of guy who looked like he belonged on the cover of Forbes.
